Commence Poem by Laurence Overmire
Commence
One never knows
Where the trail may lead
The path, once started
Never visible
But every turn of brush
Reveals
New shades of green leaf
Meanings
Light filtered through
Knowledge of trees
Splayed wisdom dropping
In silent testimony
From highest branch of heaven
To hungry Earth
It falls
Like night, too soon at sun's set
Waiting.
~ Laurence Overmire
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